Isla Coiba
Isla Coiba was everything we expected it to be, and a bit more. This is the tour operator. Basically a bunch of bricks with a sign on it, but a good reputation, so we went with it.
It was a bit of a rough start, as once we wandered over to where the boat was moored, they discovered the battery was dead. We all stood around and introduced ourselves for a little while until a guy strolled up the beach with a boat battery on his shoulder. There were seven of us that set out in the morning, three from Germany, two from Austria (one half Japanese/Polish, and odd combination), and us, the old farts in the middle of the boat (where the good seats are, and where you get put when you help push the boat out against an incoming tide). Read more “Isla Coiba”